Monthly Archives: December 2014
December 23, 2014
My parents questioned my decision and they had every reason to do so. I was officially off the rosters for scholarships and student insurance, and I insisted on staying in the Bay Area, one of the most expensive places in the nation.
Much to their delight, I started my first paid internship right after graduation. Four months later, it was all over. My job-searching journey turned into a two-month hiatus. Every day I would send out numerous resumes and wait for responses.
I kept applying to entry-level positions that drew my interest until I had finally received an offer letter from a boutique communications firm that inspired my interest in PR and eventually led me to MWW.
Looking back, would I have chosen differently and take my time in school? Maybe. Without the help of counselors and career advisors, finding one’s footing in society can be quite frightening. Do I regret the effort I devoted to find my place in it? Not for a second. My first internship had not only given me lifelong friendships, but also the experiences of working in a team under constantly changing priorities. And even during my darkest hours, I trained myself to persevere and keep going.
After all, there is light at the end of the tunnel and I owe everything I have right now to all the different turns made along the way.
December 18, 2014
Before I ever had my first crush, I was already in love; the game of baseball had stolen my heart and has had it ever since. From the time the three-year-old version of myself was taking some of my first swings with a whiffle ball bat, no one could have predicted all of the amazing memories baseball would one day provide and where it would take me, least of all, taking my last swing on a field just outside of Paris, France.
Living in Wading River, Long Island at the time, my dad introduced me to the greatest game in the world along with the greatest organization in American sports history, the New York Yankees. While he covered that aspect of my baseball education, when he was at work, my mom would take me out into the back yard to practice hitting balls with one of those jumbo-sized plastic bats. From those early years going forward, I’ve had pinstripes in my blood, which has been a defining factor about me, especially because I grew up in Red Sox Nation.
Growing up in Amherst, MA, provided me a place to really learn and grow in the sport. Playing in numerous leagues and forming unbreakable bonds with teammates, including my best friend, Matt, culminated in what can only be described as a storybook ending. After playing together for close to a decade, the 10 other seniors of the 2010 Amherst Regional High School team and I walked off the field together for the final time as Division I State Champions – the first in our school’s history.
Fast forward to one year later. I was boarding a plane out of New York to meet nine other baseball players from around the country in Amsterdam to begin our tour of exhibition games that would stretch for almost three weeks across the Netherlands, Belgium, and ending in Paris, France. This experience was truly special, and even furthered my love of the game, which I didn’t know was possible. Waking up early to play a double-header and then travel around the city we were in that day was beyond fun, but what I might’ve enjoyed the most was talking with the players from the other teams we faced. Even with the language barrier, we traded stories of exciting moments, our favorite teams and players, and what it was like growing up where we did.
Throughout the course of my 22 years, baseball has become more than just a game for me, it has embedded itself as a cornerstone to who I am and always will be. To quote former Yankees manager and Hall of Famer, Joe Torre, “Baseball is a game of life. It’s not perfect, but it feels like it is. That’s the magic of it.” Here’s to hoping that magic never wears off.
December 9, 2014
The stress of the decision made me feel as if I were LeBron James; a senior in high school, choosing between two completely separate paths and in a minimal amount of time. The decision deadline for most schools was approaching, and I was still left clueless. Do I attend a university and focus on academics, or do I pursue the game that I have played every day throughout my entire life – baseball?
After a draining decision process, I realized that although I would have been able to play in college, the game would not turn into a career for me. So I decided to “take my talents,” up to Kingston, Rhode Island, and join the student body at the University of Rhode Island. Deciding to leave a high school with a graduating class of 124 kids and attend a university with almost 18,000 students was a major change and a huge leap out of my comfort zone.
When I arrived in Rhode Island, I felt as if I were right at home, and finding out the school was almost 30% New Jersey students made it feel even more like home. Making friends that were similar to my friends in high school was a very comfortable feeling, and I still felt as if the major change that I expected would never come. But then, during the spring semester of my Junior year, I got a call with an offer to a Summer internship at MWW’s New York City office. I was beyond excited, but nervous. I had never taken a train alone in my life; I didn’t even know how to get to Penn Station, which later I figured out that all I needed to do was get on the train and wait until the last stop. So far, it’s been quite the experience. At least once a day, I catch myself thinking about how diverse New York City is. It’s been nice to get a completely new view on different people and cultures and to see how others live from day-to-day.
Since I’ve started working at MWW, I’ve gone into the city on multiple weekends with my friends from home, with confidence of being able to get around without concern. I had not realized this until I started typing this all up, but the internship has helped me grow up much more than I had ever anticipated.
December 4, 2014
My sister goes to Auburn University in Alabama. Football is life in Alabama and anyone who knows a tiny bit about football knows that the biggest rivalry in college is Auburn vs. Alabama. This rivalry is unlike anything I have ever seen before. These schools absolutely despise each other and will do anything to bring the other school down. For example, in 2011 an Alabama fan—who named his children Bear Bryant and Crimson Tyde—decided to poison the historic trees on Auburn’s campus on Toomers Corner because Auburn won the National Championship. If that is not a crazy rivalry, I don’t know what is.
These two teams play each other every year at the Iron Bowl game. It takes place the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Last football season leading up to the Iron Bowl, Auburn had only lost one game and was ranked fourth. Alabama was undefeated and was ranked first. Everyone predicted that Alabama was going to conquer Auburn. It was the most anticipated game of the year and my sister and I had to go.
We sat in the student section, five rows back from the end zone. The score kept going back and forth all game. Alabama was up for most of the fourth quarter and it looked like they were going to defeat Auburn for the third time in a row. My sister turned to me and asked if I wanted to leave the game and I told her “No! Auburn could still win. There are 5 minutes left.” So we stayed and thank goodness we did.
The score was tied at 28 with seven seconds left in the game. T.J. Yeldon, from Alabama, made a long run and the time ran out. Every Auburn fan had a look of sadness on their face with the thought that Alabama had won, but the play was reviewed and Yeldon had gone out of bounds. One second was put back on the clock and Alabama attempted a game-winning 57 yard field goal, but missed. Auburn player, Chris Davis, caught it.
My sister and I were in disbelief. We looked at each other and just started cheering. We were jumping up and down watching Chris Davis run all the way down the field dodging every lineman that came his way. He scored and Auburn won the Iron Bowl 34-28. It was absolutely incredible. I had never seen anything like it in my life. Every Auburn fan was going crazy and many of them were crying. The entire student section rushed the field, jumping over thorn bushes to get on. People were tearing grass off the field and tearing off branches from the bushes to keep as a remembrance of the game.
While on the field, I had never been so happy and excited in my entire life. I had grown up watching and learning about football from my father. I had just witnessed the greatest play to ever happen in college football and I was on the field cheering with every student and player. This particular game also taught me a great lesson: never give up. Auburn did not give up during the last second of the football game. They played their hardest until the game was over. My sister wanted to give up and leave the game once Auburn was losing, but I made us stay because giving up and leaving was not the right thing to do. This lesson can be used in any aspect of life, but especially in a work setting. During my internship thus far, I have used this lesson when times have gotten tough. Not giving up and prevailing through the tough times at work has made some of my worst days become some of my best days. But nothing will compare to that game. I am only 23, so I am sure I will have many more great days to come, but as of now that was the greatest day of my life and I will never forget it.